I’m sleeping with the dogs at the farm for the next 10 nights, and keeping the home fires burning for my brother. He has run away to Hawaii, the shit.
After swearing at the coffee maker that I couldn’t get to “coffee” (again – this happened to me this past summer when I “farm-sat”, and this time, Aubrey showed me step-by-step what to do – nothin’. His coffee maker will not make me a single cup of coffee.), and swearing at the wood-pile that didn’t want to give up a few sticks of wood to get the fire going in the the airtight stove (at least I won that battle), I took the dogs out into a Winter Wonderland.
Kaylee was stunned, ecstatic, and overjoyed with the amount of snow at the farm. She plowed non-stop through snow up to her neck in places. Bert and Ernie caught a bit of her joy bug and romped around with her, when normally, they usually all kind of cut away in different directions during morning runs.
Aubrey also showed me how to get Netflix up and running on his bedroom TV yesterday, you know, so I could take my new “No Netflix” lifestyle and just pitch it out a window and get all addicted again on Night 1. “You don’t even need to sign in!” he exclaimed. “See? Just turn it on!”
“Sign in to your account.” Is actually what comes up on that screen when I turn it on.
Thanks, Aub. Either your instructions suck, or I have become Tech Stupid (and that’s very possible).
I did get this glorious photo, though – which is now a Christmas Card at Les Becker Designs (you should buy one to send to your Gramma).
And I got the fire going, Former Girl Guide that I am! The farmhouse had better still be standing when I get back out there tonight.
Case’s Music on Queen St. hosted the 2nd Annual Queen St. Block Party this weekend. I didn’t get to see it all – I was hampered by a 2 hour parking limit with a 15 minute walk to and from the event from the van.
Are the days of The Walk-About gone? God, I hope not – those were the best times for photos. I think I got some of my best shots on the way to events, never mind at the events.
Anyway, here’s what I caught…
Ky and I spent the day, hatless, like idiots, on the beach at Pointe des Chenes on Lake Superior.
It was a good day. Sun-Fried Brains, and all…
Not-So-Random Song-for-the-Day: Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys
When Ruby ran a restaurant on The Manitoulin, the Tourist Association put out “The Haweater 3-Dollar Bill”. It was valid currency in most businesses, as well as every bank and credit union on the island.
She doesn’t think it’s still in circulation now, but I think it was a really cool idea to keep visitors coming back. Ruby says it was mostly the tourists that actually used the bill for currency (and most she had to convince that yes, it really was a valid currency). She thinks most of the tourists likely took it home as a souvenir, rather than spend it. Business owners put any they took in promptly into their deposit bags, and the locals never bothered to use it much, if at all.
Axe Murderers Don’t Wear Plaid
Taken March 21, 2009 with Canon PowerShot A550
I know this post is so late that it’s near unforgivable. Here I am at last, though, having killed Photoshop and reanimated it so that I can use it again.
Our Detroit trip shrunk a little… thankfully. My sad attempt at “pre-planning” failed miserably enough that we ran out of time to get all the way to Detroit and back in the few days left of my RTO, so I was ecstatic when Cardiogirl emailed me with, “How about meeting half-way, Betch?!”
She and Mr. C. had decided that an overnight with their three girls as far as Grayling would be a nice little surprise for the family. Imagine being 8, loaded into the car to go to McDonald’s for supper, and ending up miles away in a strange hotel, face-to-face with a couple of whacked-out Canuckians. Surprise!
Ky and I decided we’d go a day early and stay over in Gaylord, simply to experience a certain Chinese restaurant we’d heard nice things about. That stay was worth it, just for the meal, which the hotel paid for. They also gave us our breakfast, a fabulous pool and mittsful of free DVDs to watch. I think we may have fallen asleep in the middle of Movie #4…
On to Grayling….
Check in was for 3 pm, and we were early, so we decided to drive around town. I happened to park directly in front of Ky’s idea of Heaven:
Heaven: A Whole Store Dedicated to Jerky
Taken March 21, 2009 with Canon PowerShot A550
We got back to the hotel at around 1:30, where they let us check in early, and we wandered the most kid-friendly place I’ve been in. Ky started to get nervous over meeting CG’s three girls.
Ky loves kids, but as she says, “You never know if they’re going to be annoying, and what if they are?”
My nerves were shot, too. What if, even after all the blog-comments, and emails, and phone-calls, it turns out that I meet my best Shetbag face-to-face and… we have nothing to say?
What if her husband, whom I really know nothing about turns out to be an arse?
What if her kids are all run-amoks and she just lets ’em go until I want to stomp on them?
What if everybody at work is right, and these people turn out to be mass-murderers who troll the internet as a hobby, looking for stupid Canadian people (like us, for example) to entice into the States, and then they chloroform us and we wake up in the dark somewhere, drugged out, packed in ice, and missing important organs? I mean, they are from Detroit…
In CardioGirl’s post about the trip, she mentions her own misgivings, but she was a little more succinct. “What if she’s lame?” I guess maybe that’s what my own concerns boiled down to, but Canadians do tend to wax eloquent, eh?
After pestering the poor Front-Desk Man over and over, he promised he would have CG call us upon their arrival, so we went back to our room and waited.
And then the phone rang and I climbed up onto the ceiling and clung there, afraid to go meet them. Ky managed to peel me off, dress me up a little, and we went to the pool area, to find CardioGirl, et al, waving and grinning and yes, I even got a hug from the non-hugging Betch, can you believe that?!
And her first words after “Hi!” were: “Say ‘Apple’.” Apparently, the Canuckian accent is funny as hell. And when “Eh?” slips your lips, an American will laugh really hard. Every time.
We spent a most wonderful less-than-24-hours, half-naked in a hot-tub drinking beer (yes, that would be my favourite part), watching Ky have way too much fun with the most well-behaved, articulate, cute, non-fighting little girls I have ever met; shared two meals, and generally got pruney soaking in chlorine.
And that pic up top is the only usable photo I managed in our entire visit.
We are going again.
And this time, we’ll make it to Detroit.
(And this time, I’ll buy the beer, Mr. C.)
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Heart of Glass” – Blondie
Saturday. In the basement. In the dark. Oh, hell, NO.
We had to get out, and we did. It took a while, though…
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Hot N Cold” – Katy Perry
Just for one year I would like April to have no snow. Just once.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Girlfriend” – Avril Lavigne
Well, it’s all over except for the rendering… LOL! I’ve had an incredibly wonderful weekend, and the only disappointment has been that it’s all over. . . Except for the hard part. I have gotten behind (what else is new?), but this time, at least, it’s not entirely my fault. I can blame it all on my dentist. ‘Nuff said, about that for the time being.
I’m currently working on ’shopping the pics and trying to find workable low-light-level video from the BuskerFest Cabaret (which was an unreal experience, let me tell you), and then it will be on to the Day 3 pics. If you believe at all in a Supreme Being, please pray for me. If you don’t have that kind faith, at least have a beer for me. If I start drinking now, I’ll just fall asleep, and that would be a pitiful waste of booze.
Meantime, I’ve thrown together a quick little vid of HBPTVNews-on-the-Fly “Plugs” that I begged from all the buskers (except Ivan, who had to blow town early for another gig – and I’m really sorry I didn’t catch him before he hightailed it). They were very generous with their time and I hope you’ll check it out.
Kids by the droves today! I couldn’t get them all to stand still enough to get good shots. These ones were both patient and happy. Usually, where kids are concerned, those two things don’t necessarily go together.
She tried real hard not to let me take her picture, but I managed. She agreed to let me post it when I told her it’s not like it’s going to be on national tv or anything. Once I got the okay, I told it would go online – for the whole planet to see. So somebody from across the world better comment, now…
The Coralies, from Montreal, put on a spectacular, hilarious show. I got some great video of their bicycle balancing act, which will hopefully come later in the Buskerfest Extravaganza. Stayed tuned – but stay patient. It probably won’t be until at least Monday, as I have several more buskers left to video.
So, I’m busy blogelating away when I hear: “Les! Les! Auntie Les!” I turn to see a nephew-ish type personage bearing down on me with hugs and kisses. He had hitchhiked home for Buskerfest from BC! To all ye non-Canuckians that’s British Columbia – clear across the country (Yes, mothers, I gave him what-for for that one…)
And party, we shall – at the Caberet at Loplops this eve, for even more entertainment, and a lot of schmoozing. The boozing will be low-key, natch – I don’t want to drown the borrowed camera in beer, after all…
Come on out and say hi! The party starts at 11 pm-ish and is guaranteed to be a blast, so show up and show off! Don’t forget to stop me and tell me what a good job I’m doing (I’ll be the one with the weird hat on my head and the camera in your face.).